“Hey Kenma, I'm heading over to the gym to set up for practice. Wanna come?” “No, I'm good.” Kenma said as he pushed his face back into his phone. Kenma did not want to go to practice today, but he could only stare at his phone for so long before the boredom enevidably washed over him. Kenma showed up to practice fashionably (30 minutes) late. “Look who finally decided to show up!” Kuroo said as he laughed, alerting the rest of the team of Kenmas arrival. “ Whatever, give me the ball.” Kenma said as he threw his bag on the floor, rolling his eyes. He set the ball so many times his arms went numb, “I told you to stretch.” Kuroo said as he tossed the ball back to Kenma for another spike. “I’m so done with you right now.” Kenma said as he threw up another one. Kuroo purposefully put all of his energy into that last spike just to push Kenmas buttons. “One more and I'll walk you home.” “ Fine, but you will not wake me up tomorrow.” Kenma was so tired that when he went to set the ball his right hand turned inward and he sprained his wrist. The ball fell back down, hitting the floor just as Kenmas feet went back to the ground. “Oh my god my wrist” Kenma yelled as he clutched his right arm, the whole team ran over to him trying to see what was wrong. “ Hey, give him some space!” Kuroo yeled as he reached towards Kenma trying to see how bad it was. “ Don't touch me” Kenma yelled as he stepped away from Kuroo. “Kenma what are you doing?” “ This is your fault, god just leave me alone and don't follow me.” Kenma grabbed his bag and stormed out of the gym. As he walked back to the dorms he went on a little bit of a rant. He was angry and in pain and frustrated, and on top of all that it started to rain. “ Are you kidding me, rain really. As if this day couldnt get any worse. Come play volleyball with me he said, itll be fun he siad and herei am 10 years later still playing stupid volleyball.” Kenma clutched his arm as he walked soaking wet overwhelmed with emotions. When he finally got back to the dorms he went to the common room and grabbed a splint out of the first aid box. He went back to his room and had nothing to do but reflect on his outburst. He wondered where all that pent up stress came from, why did he get so worked up. A simple wrist injury like a sprain would have never bothered him in the past, he would have been relieved to not have to play volleyball or do school work. He was at a loss, but deep down he knew what this was. It was insecurities, he had always had doubts about whyKuroo picked him, why was he so hell bent on being with him, why not somebody else. He had never felt like he was enough, not for Kuroo, not for the volleyball team, not for himself. He had always said himself as the black sheep but when he was with Kuroo there was this sense of security. It was like an egg in a microwave, if you leave it for too long it will explode. This was the explosion, all the love, all the happiness, and all the hope had suppressed the anxiety and the inferiority causing it to build up. At this very moment he needed Kuroo. He needed him to come and tell him everything would be alright, to tell him that he was enough. He fell asleep that night wondering what the morning would have for him. Would the sunrise come with a clean slate, wouldKuroo be as forgiving as always, why didn't he follow Kenma. He blacked out shortly after that wondering if the worst was yet to come or if the storm had already passed.